I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 654 Vashtor Regains His Spirit
Vashtor activated the most basic function of Dragonlin Star, attempting to tear apart time and space and directly throw these Imperial troops into the galactic frontier.

But as the orange-red light seeping from Dragonlin Star enveloped the Imperial forces, the Dark Watchers following Ryan slightly raised their heads from beneath their hoods.

The Dark Watchers uttered several unintelligible words, instantly suppressing the orange-red light.

Vashtor watched this scene, his fiery eyes flickering slightly as he glanced at the child's corpse beside him.
The child's corpse had tubes inserted into its back, connecting to a massive piece of equipment behind it.

It was the very corpse that the Tuchucha Engine used to communicate with the outside world. Now, the Tuchucha Engine, the Heart of Plague, and the Ouroboros have merged into one, becoming Dragonlin Star. Naturally, this corpse has become the medium for communication between Dragonlin Star and Vashtor.

The child's corpse looked toward the two Dark Watchers who were following Ryan El-Johnson.
"They are the jailers of the ouroboros, or you could say our jailers, the beings left behind by the ancient saints of the 'Evangelicals' to watch over us," the child's corpse said lightly.

A buzzing sound came from Vashtor's body as he stared at the child's corpse.

The three ancient artifacts always kept a certain degree of secrecy from him.
"Given the current situation, shouldn't we exchange information more sincerely?" Vashtor inquired. "At least tell me what those little things in robes are, and what exactly happened between the ancient saints back then?"

The child's corpse turned its head and smiled slightly: "I can share some information."

"You should know what happened back then. A small portion of the ancient saints were driven mad by the endless war in Heaven."

"The pressure from the Star Gods, the impending destruction, the increasingly extreme subspace, and the dark future they saw in their prophecies overwhelmed their spirits, leading them to believe that the universe was beyond saving."

"Since that's the case, why not burn everything before us to the ground, let the stars be buried with us, let all things vanish from the world, and let our enemies march towards destruction with us? Some even hope to rebuild a new world on the ruins of the universe after all is destroyed. Among the ancient saints, they are called the Black Slayers, and the 'weapons' are precisely what they created for this purpose."

"In contrast to them, the ancient saints, who constituted the vast majority, were called the Evangelicals. They believed that even if their own civilization was eventually destroyed, they should consider the well-being of other races in the future. They believed that there was still hope for this universe and that it should not be reduced to ashes. Moreover, it was unknown whether the world could be rebuilt after everything was destroyed."

"Ultimately, a civil war broke out between the two sides within the ancient fortress. The Evangelicals destroyed the Black Death faction, but failed to destroy the 'weapon.' Nor did they destroy us, who were necessary to unlock the weapon. In fact, everyone except the Ouroboros escaped."

"We are the tools that pave the way to 'weapons,' the locks on the ancient treasure trove, and also the keys that unlock them."

As he spoke, the child's corpse turned its head to look at Vashtor, its eyes, flashing with psychic energy, flickering a few times:

"We are all necessary conditions for the reappearance of the 'weapon.' We instinctively yearn to reunite and bring the 'weapon' back to the world. We are also beings that can only be shattered, not destroyed."

"So the Old Ones created the Dark Watchers to guard Ouroboros, or as humans call it, Caliban."

"But the hand of fate is unfathomable. Caliban was inexplicably shattered, which allowed Ouroboros to escape the jailer's control."

"But these Dark Watchers have been guarding the Ouroboros for millions of years and have some of its authority. Unless they directly release an attack that would harm Dragon Forest Star itself, you cannot teleport it away."

At this point, a sarcastic smile flickered across the child's lips: "Let me share something else interesting with you. Some of the research conducted by the Black Anarchists and Evangelicals back then still influences you today."

"The Black Slayers' research records on 'weapons' were not destroyed. To some extent, they fell into the hands of other forces in the galaxy. As one of the Three Sacred Treasures, we fell into your hands, while a portion fell into the hands of the Void Dragons, giving rise to the Mechanicus of Om Messiah. Another portion eventually ended up in the hands of humanity, giving rise to certain technologies of the Golden Throne and the Dragon Kingdoms."

"The current struggle between you and Saint Doraemon can also be seen as a continuation of the conflict between the Evangelicals and the Black Sect in the past."

Vashtor frowned slightly at the child's corpse's statement: "I have no intention of destroying this world; I only want to see its internal structure."

The child's corpse was just smiling.

Vashtor could vaguely sense that the child's corpse was hiding something from him, but for some reason, his thoughts, though racing, kept going in circles, making it impossible for him to figure it out.

But Ryan's offensive was fierce, heading straight for Vashtor's location. The demon engines Vashtor had sent out and the demons he had enslaved in violation of the agreement were completely unable to stop him.

It was imperative that Vashtor looked at Peturabo, who stood silently in the shadows, staring at him.

“I need your help, my friend,” Vashtor said, bowing to Peturabo.

"Idiot, where's your logic and reason? Can't you see what that corpse is hiding from you?"

Peturabo shouted urgently:
"I'm increasingly convinced that these so-called ancient 'weapons' are completely unreliable!"

“Friend, have you studied the history of human technology?” Vashtor asked kindly. “Sometimes the history of a civilization’s technology is more noteworthy than the technology itself.”

"Do you know what the two most important virtues in the history of human technology are?" the Lord of the Soul Forge asked.

“Reason and logic?” Peturabo asked.

“Persistence and a spirited attitude.” Vashtor replied with a smile: “We always describe truth with reason, but the process of seeking truth often requires a bit of irrational persistence.”

“My intuition tells me that the truth is beckoning me, and even if there are risks, I have to try.”

"Even if I were to die right now, it would be my time to rouse myself for the sake of truth, and I would not back down."

"Please help me, my friend."

“Since you’ve said that,” Perturabo said no more, turning and disappearing from Vashtor’s sight. The Sword of Loyalty pierced the air, carrying the head of a bloodthirsty demon into the sky before it crashed onto the metal-forged ground.

The Khorne, now one with the mechanical construct, vanished before Lion's eyes.

“Ryan El Johnson, thirteen Great Demons, and one thousand six hundred and ninety other demons.”

Akulduna, who was standing next to Fugen, said:
"Fugen, five Great Demons, and six hundred and sixty-five other Demons."

"Dad, you're not good enough."

As he spoke, Akulduna turned and flashed, his twin blades tearing through the large, muscular blue bird in front of him with unstoppable force.

“Akulduna, three great demons, and five hundred and seventy-three other demons.”

As Fugen listened to Akulduna's words, a shadow crossed his face.
Although he himself didn't care that Ryan had more kills than him.
Fugen and Lane had sparred privately, and Fugen knew he was far from being a true Primarch, while Lane was among the top players even in his current position; Fugen simply couldn't match him.

But hearing these words from Akulduna made Fugen feel a little awkward.

When his own son praised other Primarchs and said that he was not as good as other Primarchs, Fugen felt a sour feeling, a strange sense of betrayal, mixed with a distorted pleasure.

Especially since Akulduna has a criminal record; he once led the entire Second Company to swear allegiance to Fergus without consulting Fugen.
He's my son, my best son. And that rough guy, Feralas, doesn't he know how to be gentle with him?
A bitter feeling filled his heart, and this strange emotion spurred Fugen to swing the Brokensmith's Hammer with even greater force, smashing the Tzeentch Archdeacon enslaved by Vashtor into pieces.

"Fuggen, six Great Demons, and six hundred and sixty-five other Demons!" Alkuduna shouted, "You're half as good as Lord Ryan!"

Hearing Akulduna's words, Fugen couldn't help but grip the Broken Furnace again and smash another steel bull.

"Your skill in wielding the Broken Furnace is now thirty percent as high as that of Lord Ferrus in his prime!"

Fugen's expression grew even more somber and strange. The bitterness in his heart intensified, and he swung his warhammer with increasing force.

Until gravity suddenly shifted around Fugen, a series of iron-ringed robots, forged from metal and shimmering with furnace fire and warp energy, suddenly appeared beside him.
They swung their gravity hammers, using the force of gravity to press down on Fugen, causing him to instantly shrink and slow down his movements.

The iron-ringed robots seized the opportunity and swung their heavy hammers at Fugen's head.

Akulduna transformed into a blur in an instant. The dead son of the emperor let out a maniacal laugh as his blades, like scissors, slashed across the head of an iron-ringed robot, destroying and killing it.

The pressure of gravity pressing down on Fugen instantly created an opening. Seizing this moment, Fugen swung his hammer, shattering three iron ring robots, and broke out of the formation formed by these iron rings, quickly approaching the direction of Ryan El-Johnson.

But a massive iron wall, almost as large as a knight's, stood before Fugen.
Four iron-like limbs supported the massive metal body, and Peturabo instantly unleashed a barrage of firepower like a meteor shower, pressing down on Fugen.

This was Peturabo's tactic: to overwhelm Fugan with firepower first, and then he would engage Ryan Al-Jonson.
At that very moment, the ancient sage Rellano swung his power claws and slammed them into Perturabo's leg. Perturabo's body trembled slightly, and his barrage of firepower was momentarily interrupted.
Taking advantage of the moment, Fugen leaped up, stepping on a projectile aimed at his head, and swung the Forgebreaker's Warhammer at Perturabo's head.

Akulduna also made a sudden move at this moment, stepping over Rillano's body to climb onto Perturabo's body, and wielding twin swords, he and Fugen attacked Perturabo from the left and right.
But with a thought, Peturabo summoned several iron-ringed robots that appeared beside him, wielding gravity hammers to smash Fugen and Akulduna.
Vashtor shared the authority over Dragonlin Star with Perturabo, who could freely teleport his Iron Ring Robots and himself.
The gravity hammer reversed the force of gravity, forcibly pressing Akulduna back to the ground.

Fugen shattered two iron rings in mid-air, then leaped towards Peturabo using the broken rings as a springboard.

But Peturabo merely flashed by, instantly reappearing in his original spot, and then, in the blink of an eye, appeared behind Fugen.
The roaring firepower pressed down on Fugen once again.
Leaves drifted down from the forest floor as Ryan El-Johnson emerged, stepping onto Perturabo's shoulder, his Loyalty Sword aimed directly at the metal head's brow.

But Peturabo's figure flashed, disappearing from his original spot again and reappearing not far away.
Ryan, not to be outdone, strolled through the woods and gave chase.

Fugen watched as the two figures flickered and changed positions around him, feeling dazzled and unable to see them clearly.

But Fugen knew he had lost his chance to intervene. He should take advantage of the lull between Ryan and Peturabo and continue his advance toward Vashtor's location.

The angels of forgiveness dispersed from all sides under the guise of a forest walk to help Ryan fight against the iron-ringed robots that followed Peturabo.
Meanwhile, the cursed sons of the emperor surrounded Fugen and launched a breakout attempt against the iron-ringed robots blocking their path.
To Fuchs's surprise, the number of iron rings that Perturab had left to block them was not large, and Perturab's attention was mostly focused on Ryan, resulting in insufficient command of these iron rings. Fuchs and the Emperor's Sons quickly tore an opening—

Suddenly, Fugen stopped in his tracks. He felt a surge of intense pleasure and weakness within him, and began to experience hazy hallucinations, as if thousands of crimson flowers were blooming inside him, before his eyes, and in his soul.
Bang! ! !
With a loud crash, the factory wall beside Fugen was smashed open by a massive, dark figure.

A hellish beast, painted black and adorned with a chaotic eight-pointed star pattern, charged directly in front of the Emperor's Son.

This hellbeast exuded an aura completely different from other hellbeasts; eight layers of eerie warp fel energy swirled around its body.

"Abaddon, you idiot! What are you doing rushing out like that! I'm about to drag him into the Lord of Thirst's domain!" the fel energy, interwoven with purple, pink, and crimson, roared.

But the hell beast went mad and raised the machine gun in its right hand, unleashing a dense hail of bullets at Fugen.

Fugen was still slightly dazed.

Abaddon?
Is this hell beast Abaddon?
How did he become like this?

(I suddenly had an allergic reaction while writing this, what a blessing!)

(End of this chapter)